I was still putting in extra shifts at the grocery store, but they were all early shifts. I got to work at six-thirty and was home by three. I guessed...that would get me in shape for my eight o’clock meat cutting course this semester. At least I wouldn’t have too much in the evening. My last class on Monday and Wednesday would be out at five-thirty and the rest of the week I was off at two unless we had a symposium. Looking at the second semester Literature and the Arts syllabus, though, told me. Some one was trying to unfasten my belt and some one was trying to removing my shoes. I was struggling trying to get a breath and fight off the assault on my clothes. In my mind was the health class we had earlier in the week where we were told to loosen the clothes of some one loosing conscious. I thought that that was what some one was trying to do, knowing I was in serious trouble being alone with three of the most vicious guys in our school. I wanted to fight my way free and try for the. Intrigued, I said yes but I joked that he’d probably appreciate more than just a hand! I told her that I had been bragging to Jim for a long time about the blow jobs she gives and I knew it had been years since he’d had one, so I told Tammie that she should show him how talented she is in that area. We had some serious talks about it and set some ground rules. I knew that this was a perfect situation- Jim was (mostly) happily married and so were we, so we all had a vested interest in keeping it. .." Has it anything to do with what can be termed as a matter of my heart as well?" Carmen interrupted him."It has." Then Felipe please," said Carmen in as compassionate a voice as she could administer, "Save me the trouble of refusing, and yourself the pain of a refusal, by holding your tongue... there are things I must accomplish before I am free to follow my own hearts path. Please try to understand Felipe. It has nothing to do with you. You are a very caring and thoughtful man," then she.